COUNTING STARS. (OPEN, JOINING)

Silver sands slipped beneath silver paws. The sea air licked its lips as it drew close to the small cub, threatening to take the venerable creature for itself and into the abyss of death cast her. It would be a sweet release at that moment. A blood sodden, torn pelt was hard to carry when a broken heart was all that much heavier with the burden of time. But it would all be over soon. Hunger would not sap her nor would sorrow exhaust the soul for StarClan would reunite her with all that was lost. Upon the beach the snow leopard fell and let the salt water bite at her wounds, fresh and days old, without even a tear seeping from two bright blue eyes. She peered up for what might be last time to the small gaps heaven made for its people with the thought of her parents; had they taken their place among the honest that walked the earth no more? Had they found peace? Would their star light guard her in these last few moments so to ease her way back to them? Little did the cub know of where she had come, in the dead of night all seemed still and lifeless. Only the waves knew of her presence, only some distant hawk bid her good rest.

OOC. Suffering from; three deep wounds along left flank and hurt front paw on same side as well as being highly malnutritioned, tired and post-traumatic stress
The world seemed to slow down for a few fleeting moments as the slow moon slipped across the ground and bowed its queenly head to those held beyond the reach of mortals. As quickly as the sand became crimson, the sea rose once more in its mighty stature and washed it away so that the beach was bare of the coloring for a few moments while the cub lay, unmoving. For once in her short life things seemed to be peaceful for one, despite pain and the oncoming prospect of death there was a happiness within the cub that was rarely experienced by those not upon the outskirts of life. Then there was the touch of someone she did not know, the voices of strangers hovering above her head. Not of guardians, death had not onset her yet! Once again the eyes of the snow leopard flashed open. Panic found its way into her heart. Energy to her paws. By the strange power of fear, balance came to stand her though only on three of her limbs; the third came up as she hobbled back and upon a rock. Her mind told her to run while her body wanted to keel over in a heap. What was she to do but look upon those who wanted to hurt her with nothing but terror? What was her thin frame meant to do but tremble, redy to collapse? Nothing more than a small, high pitched whine answered their questions before the attempt at a growel that a snail might be disappointed at came from the weak child but to keep such an act up would be impossible. One blow would render her lifeless. It would be a lot easier to take it then to fight the instinct of despair.

OOC. Aww dont worry about it :)
The little leopardess looked again to who she thought were her assalents, those like the other with violence trained upon their mind. Though it was clear as to what they were saying, the things that they were aaking were not the sort for savages to ask a cub upon its attack but nevertheless her ground was stood with all the growel in her throa that it was possible to mustert, the proping back of ears and the baring of small teeth that the cub was praying could deal a big enough bite to deter the giants that loom before her with greedy minds and a fighting heart. So little did she know, little did she really care. All that she wanted to do was sleep here and return to her parents, was that so hard for a young child to ask? Then something warm, something fuzzy and gentle tickled a line down her spine accompanied by the small whispers of one of the femmes who had come with the rest. The smooth, soothing stroke almost released a pur from the youngster who still scared stiff thought of her mother in that moment and how this simple gesture reminded her of the matural tenderness she had once know. It was hard to know who to trust. Who would really keep her safe. Who was just looking for an easy tease. But even then, something about the physical contact show die not seem to menace or enforce pain, quite the opposite really, momentarly she just felt restful. But what if this was their trick? Their fascade? A masl that sheilded death? All fears sent a jolt of trembling through her body and again a hiss escaped her. Very slowly she continued to back away. Up the side of the rock backwards she climbed. The attempts to ward off the offencive continuing. But one dodging footing brought thethin cub tumbling down and stroon upon the sand. With few shallow breaths shelay unmoving before a much quieter set of defestive nosies begged for nothing more of this. Nothing more of pain. Nothing more of life. At 2 moons old, she was ready now. Sapped of all energys and wills by her last ditch attempt at fending for herself, StarClan seemed inchs away and ready to encircle her.